It all started back on Mothers Day. . . No, probably a few weeks before then. . . I just wasn’t feeling like myself — whatever that is supposed to feel like. Tired all the time & wanting to sleep the day away. Didn’t want to do anything except zone out on the television. Phases of not wanting to eat at all to eating everything in sight. . . Tears for seemingly no reason. Continue reading “It Is What It Is”→
I have certainly not made it a secret that I have a ton of gunk floatin’ around up in my noggin’ at any given point in time! Sometimes it’s funny. . . Sometimes brooding & almost dark. . . Others, it’s downright emotional girl crap. . . And, still other times, it’ll barely make any sense to anyone but me. Either way, from time to time, I need to purge my brain of all the gunk swirling around up there. . . And, it’s nice to let the normal conventions go in doing so. Therefore, just as the title suggests, Thursdays, going forward, will be for thinking out loud.
The benefit is that, over time, it should make for some pretty interesting Thursday posts to read &, if I should ever find myself with a writers block, it’ll help give me material for subsequent posts. I will make an attempt to format after purging, so it makes for an easier read, but that’s the joy of a thing such as this. . . It’s a little unpredictable (& surprising difficult in terms of letting it be a bit messy)!
The handsome husband & I got married just shy of a year ago. . . (Trying to decide what we’d like to do for our one-year anniversary is an entirely different subject!) Although, he says it was never a “deal-breaker” in our relationship, I always knew he wanted to be a daddy. . . Don’t get me wrong; he more than claims his two step-sons & prides himself on getting to help mold them into respectful young men, but I want him to be able to experience having a biological child of his own as well. Furthermore, I would love to be the mother of his child. . .